Page 55 of Under The Twilight Rainfall
If I have a choice in the matter, my body doesn’t give a shit, because those four words send me off like a bottle rocket. Valen has to seal our mouths together to hold in the war cry of his name that tears from my lungs with the force of the cum that shoots between us.
Even as I’m wracked with aftershocks, I don’t feel like I’ve had enough of him, and the twitch of his hard cock inside me says as much. I clench around him, egging him on to pick up the movements again, but his brow pinches and he rests his forearms on the ground beside my head.
“Want me to—”
I drag him forward to bite down on his lip and suck the blood that blooms on my tongue, ignoring his startled yelp.
“Until your cum is in my ass, don’t youdarefucking stop.”
Valen buries his face in my neck, whispering curses into my skin as his hips start moving. First in gentle rocks then deep thrusts that have my body shaking with oversensitivity. It hurts in the best way to feel him fucking into me while I’m tired and sore, and when I think I’m at my breaking point I keep my mouth shut because I need this more than I need to be held together.
Valen will help me pick up the pieces.
“Shit. Dex.”
I feel the moment his cock swells and jerks, settling deep inside to fill me for what feels like an eternity.
No complaints from me.
Valen collapses on top of me in a fit of muted, hysterical laughter, and this time I’m the one who has to cover his mouth with mine to keep us from getting caught.
Fuck the things this man can get me to do.
“You’re fucking insane,” I whisper into his mouth, not even sure he can understand me with how far down his throat my tongue is.
“And you’re covered in cum,” he says as he pulls away and looks between us.
“Whose fault is that?”
“Hmm.” Valen taps his thumb on his chin, sitting up and taking his body heat away. “I guess I should clean it up, then. Right? My mess. My cleanup?”
Nothing about this man is clean, no matter how squeaky he acts on the outside. Because this dirty fucker here? He bends right down and licks a stripe through the cum on my stomach, showing me the spunk on his tongue before swallowing it.
And he goes down for more.
“So fucking dirty,” I mutter, body shuddering as he pulls my cock into his mouth to lick it clean.
“Only for you.”
It somehow gets even hotter when he spreads my cheeks and laps at the cum dripping from my spent hole.
“Thought you were gonna fuck that back into me.”
He swats my ass lightly, not bothering to come up for air to respond, just licking and sucking at my rim until I tug on his hair when the sensation becomes too much.
“We have so much cleaning up we have to do,” I mumble, already feeling the heaviness setting into my bones from post-orgasm bliss.
“I’ll do it. You rest.” Valen presses his forehead to mine, bodyweight blanketed over me in a warm cocoon that makes me want to give in to his request.
“You aren’t moving.”
He chuckles, kisses my cheek then my chin, and buries a hand in my hair. “Enjoying you for a minute. Is that okay?”
“Yeah,” I croak. “That’s okay.”
I wait for the anxiety spike, for the fear and regret to seep in and taint the most mind-blowing, enchanted experience of my life.
Because this was more than just sex.
